Characters: Elphaba (OU), OPEN
Where: Plaza
When: After
this journal entry.
Summary: The old meet and greet. New thread for new chars, or ninja in on her meeting someone else (with permission, please).
Warnings: Wicked Witchy-ness.
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This isn't Munchkinland... )
"What! Never seen someone green before? Never seen anything like me?" Her laughter was low and chuckling, trying to be a old hag's cackling, but failing for she had not the age nor the capacity for evil to carry it out. Elphaba's brow furrowed and her fingers tightened on the book clutched in her hands. For a moment she looked more her own number of years, perhaps younger, showing her crushed innocence.
Her brown eyes were discerning. "They say I can turn a whole town into frogs. They say my very presence can blight crops and kill livestock. They say I carry my soul in a familiar and that I fly on the front edge of thunderstorms." The words were half-chant, half-question. "They say that I eat men's hearts to fuel my magic powers."
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"And it just so happens," he continued with that superior line of fashion, "that I have in fact seen someone like you before. And much more hideous for that matter. You'll find you're not so unique in this place. There are plenty like you here."
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"Are you sure?" There was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Maybe you should bring your hideous friend here for comparison. I reserve judgment until I see who you're speaking of." Her voice was dry, but slightly amused. "I've noticed that there are quite a few that make me seem almost boring." Her brown eyes flickered darkly. "Ha...I might even grow jealous at this lack of attention. I'm not used to not being the topic of conversation when I enter a room." Her smile bloomed suddenly, but it was bitter and wistful.
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"Oh, boy. Now I have to decide which hideous 'friend' to show you? I think I'd rather just continue the day without tackling such a hard decision," he replied. If anything instead of truly being spiteful now he was just plain having fun. It is a mixed up world inside the mind of one Anthony E. Stark.
He tilted his head to the side almost in mimicry of her earlier gesture. "Et tu?" he asked with a more mischievous smirk of his own. "Granted, when I walk into a room--first, it's the woman who pay the most attention; second, the men are the jealous ones; and third, all of it is a most fortuitous sensation rather than something of loath and scorn." The smirk lifted slightly into a mean little smile.
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The green woman chuckled, and there was actually a hint of real humor in it. Bantering brought the life back to her. "Different than I. When I walk into a crowd it is the children that notice first - pointing and laughing, followed by the horrified parents, and then the old folks mumbling on about the curse of sin. If I'm lucky they use it as an object lesson about the punishments visited upon disobedient children..."
The brown eyes drifted, losing some clarity. "The other times aren't of consequence."
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There was practically a 360 here in his attitude towards her. "That seems kinda rude," he said, sincerely it seemed, too. "Besides the color, you don't really look like an ogre. It's not like you're that scary. Maybe ate too many vegetables..."
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"'Don't really', how terribly kind of you." Elphaba said, sarcasm caked on as thickly as an elderly woman's rouge. "No wonder the women flock to your side...you're full of witty flattery." Her teeth clicked shut as she finished flaying him, brown eyes showing slight regret for the runaway nature of her tongue. In slight apology she tried to lighten the mood, sought to repair some damage from the banter that had moved too far. Not for Tony's sake - but for the beautiful man's memory that he reminded her of.
"Surely you can come up with something better than 'vegetables'." She tucked the broom at her side, making it not so much of a possible weapon as more of a walking stick that she leaned upon. "It must not include toadstools or elf circles, either, I have heard enough of those wild speculations for several lifetimes."
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And then there was that one portion that he spent his true heart's content in genius building, making, and creating whatever came to his brilliant and chaotic yet purposeful mind. That was another story.
No, the expression on his face at those words readily turned to amusement more than anything else because the facade that was his face came so naturally it seemed nothing could penetrate it. "Indeed--and wouldn't you know it? They really do."
He shrugged idly. "I'm sure I could come up with a whole slew of scientific nonsensical babble that would leave you in shock--but why bother? I'm not really into biology." Pause. "We'll chalk it up to simple genetics and leave it at that, shall we?"
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"Genetics and breeding were of special interest to me, I assume you can discern why." Her smile was humorless. "But for the most part I was helping my professor, Dillamond was his name, he was a Goat. We were trying to find the difference between Animals and animals, and their relation to mankind." The brown eyes glittered. "That was, until he was murdered." Her jaws clamped shut then, for along with getting Fiyero killed, she had also never managed to avenge her friend and colleague.
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He definitely could see. That was quite obvious. And he thought it wasn't a bad reason to go into such things. At least she had a reason. Like him. He was just good at what he did. That was all.
He didn't understand all the background allusions going on here, although he could definitely tell there was something being said in between the lines, and the whole "murder" statement went a long way... but again he ignored that. He would, however, now ask about the the difference between the double words. "...What's with the 'Fish' and fish, 'Animal' and animal thing going on here?"
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